I discard the peel of my second banana over my shoulder and wipe my mouth with my jacket sleeve. Then I get to work trying to shove the stuffing back into the upholstery. The upholstery in question belongs to my latest discovery on this island: a damaged, fallen helicopter that had been overgrown with foliage. There had been a skeleton sitting on the chair dressed in ragged clothes resembling a United States military uniform, and the faded exterior of the helicopter was a dark camouflage color. I had kicked the skeleton out of the helicopter and decided to attempt to fix the helicopter. It has some fuel in it, and maybe it'd be enough to fly towards some civilization. I don't know how to fly a helicopter, really, but how difficult can it be?
Once I fixed the upholstery, I got my roll of duct tape out of my backpack and taped up the holes to ensure the chair didn't become un-stuffed again. Then with my knife I began cutting away and removing the vines that encased the helicopter. Soon, it is dusk, and the sky is a burnt orange color, and my stomach growls at me for food. I opt to take a break from untangling the copter and go looking for a mango tree. Once I have a mango, I go back to the copter and sit in the pilot's seat, taking a look at the controls and trying to figure out what button might do what.
As I finish the fruit and wipe the juice that had dribbled onto my chin, I ask myself aloud, "What if I do get back to civilization?" A part of me wants to go find the Underground and stop 33-year-old Johnny Apple, but another part of me wonders what 16-year-old Johnny Apple is up to on this island. And what of the current 19-year-old Megumi Kurosawa? What would happen if I met her? And rescuing everyone from the Underground would certainly alter my future. This me would cease to exist. Would that be best? Am I okay with changing the past, and undoing everything I'd done from 2015 and on? A part of my heart drops at the thought of my friends from the Underground... and Mungo. A single tear escapes my eyes and I wipe it away defiantly.
As the sun disappears below the horizon, welcoming the darkness of night, I fall asleep in the pilot's chair of the helicopter, unsure of which path I should take.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Twelve
I discard the peel of my second banana over my shoulder and wipe my mouth with my jacket sleeve. Then I get to work trying to shove the stuffing back into the upholstery. The upholstery in question belongs to my latest discovery on this island: a damaged, fallen helicopter that had been overgrown with foliage. There had been a skeleton sitting on the chair dressed in ragged clothes resembling a United States military uniform, and the faded exterior of the helicopter was a dark camouflage color. I had kicked the skeleton out of the helicopter and decided to attempt to fix the helicopter. It has some fuel in it, and maybe it'd be enough to fly towards some civilization. I don't know how to fly a helicopter, really, but how difficult can it be?
Once I fixed the upholstery, I got my roll of duct tape out of my backpack and taped up the holes to ensure the chair didn't become un-stuffed again. Then with my knife I began cutting away and removing the vines that encased the helicopter. Soon, it is dusk, and the sky is a burnt orange color, and my stomach growls at me for food. I opt to take a break from untangling the copter and go looking for a mango tree. Once I have a mango, I go back to the copter and sit in the pilot's seat, taking a look at the controls and trying to figure out what button might do what.
As I finish the fruit and wipe the juice that had dribbled onto my chin, I ask myself aloud, "What if I do get back to civilization?" A part of me wants to go find the Underground and stop 33-year-old Johnny Apple, but another part of me wonders what 16-year-old Johnny Apple is up to on this island. And what of the current 19-year-old Megumi Kurosawa? What would happen if I met her? And rescuing everyone from the Underground would certainly alter my future. This me would cease to exist. Would that be best? Am I okay with changing the past, and undoing everything I'd done from 2015 and on? A part of my heart drops at the thought of my friends from the Underground... and Mungo. A single tear escapes my eyes and I wipe it away defiantly.
As the sun disappears below the horizon, welcoming the darkness of night, I fall asleep in the pilot's chair of the helicopter, unsure of which path I should take.